Across the din of forgotten dreams,
the static speaks a thousand languages.
In this realm, echoes tell tales without words,
crafting shadows from the light of silence.
The void hums, an orchestra of absence,
notes that never were, yet linger still.
Listen: a whisper of cosmic winds,
weaving through the fabric of unseen thoughts.
Beyond the radar's search,
lies a horizon untouched by sound.
Unknown symphonies rest here,
waiting for the ears of dreams to awaken.
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